Page 45 of Mafia Don's Twisted Union

I oblige, my tongue working her sweet spot, my fingers sliding into her wet heat. I thrust my fingers in and out, curling them to hit her G-spot, and Mia’s moans fill the room. Her body trembles, her orgasm building, and I redouble my efforts, determined to bring her to the brink.

"Come for me, Mia," I urge, my voice hoarse with desire. "Let go."

Mia's back arches off the bed, her hands gripping my hair, holding me to her as her body shakes with release. I continue to lap at her, drawing out her pleasure, until she is boneless beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I kiss my way back up her body, my hands caressing her softly. "You're incredible," I whisper, my eyes dark with desire.

Mia smiles, her eyes heavy-lidded, her body still humming with pleasure. "You make me feel incredible," she purrs, her hands sliding down my chest, wrapping around my throbbing cock.

I groan, my body aching for release. "I need to be inside you, Mia. Now."

She giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Impatient, are we?"

I don’t respond, instead capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Mia wraps her legs around my waist, guiding me to her entrance, and I thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion.

"Oh, fuck," I growl, my eyes rolling back in my head as her tight heat envelops me.

Mia’s nails dig into my shoulders, her body adjusting to my size. "You feel so good," she moans, her hips rising to meet my thrusts.

I set a relentless pace, my body demanding release, but I want Mia to come with me. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, and I rub in firm circles as I drive into her.

"That's it, Mia," I grunt, my breath coming in pants. "Come for me again."

Mia's body tightens around me, her inner muscles clenching, and she cries out, her orgasm rippling through her. I follow her over the edge, my cock pulsing as I empty myself into her, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

We lie there, our hearts pounding, our bodies slick with sweat. I roll onto my back, pulling Mia with me, her head resting on my chest. I feel her breath, steady and rhythmic, as she processes the intensity of what has just transpired between us.

"You're amazing," she whispers, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

I smile, my eyes closed, savoring the afterglow. "So are you, Mia. So are you."

Afterward, the room feels quieter, heavier. Mia lies beside me, her breathing steady as she stares at the ceiling. My arm drapes over her, but her body feels tense, like her mind is still racing.

“You’re scared,” I say, breaking the silence.

She turns to me, her eyes glassy. “Aren’t you?”

I don’t answer right away. Instead, I tighten my hold on her. “Only of failing you,” I admit. “But I won’t. I’ll protect you and this baby with everything I have.”

Her lips curve into a faint, sad smile. “I want to believe that.”

I press a kiss to her temple, my own fears swirling beneath the surface.

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As the morning light filters through the curtains, a buzz from my phone pulls me back to reality. I glance at the screen, my jaw tightening at Leo’s message:Dominic has made contact with Mia. We need to act fast.

I finish reading the message and a storm begins brewing inside me, a mix of anger and urgency. Dominic isn’t just a threat to my world—he’s a direct danger to Mia and our unborn child.

As I watch her, the mother of my unborn child, I vow to do whatever it takes. She’s mine to protect, no matter the cost.

Chapter 21

Mia

The study is quiet except for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the far wall. My gaze rests on the heavy wooden desk where I found the documents last night. The inheritance, Matteo Russo, the letters—they all weigh on me like an anchor, dragging me deeper into a reality I don’t fully understand.

I sit on the leather armchair, hands trembling against the soft fabric of my dress. After everything—my fainting spell, the pregnancy news, Carlito’s careful tenderness this morning—my mind hasn’t stopped spinning. But there’s one thing I know: I can’t avoid this confrontation any longer.

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